I accidentally deleted this, but I'm going to move it back where it belongs! Sorry for the confusion.
And what is this supposed to be?" Lafayette frowned into the panoramic screen, his black eyes furrowed, as he flicked through the diagram.
"The mutt, sir," the man, pressed some buttons, swallowing nervously, "We were thinking that it would be more physiological, than physical, you know, people like…"
"People like to be bored?" Lafayette snapped, bringing his fist down on the nearby table, sending various wine glasses tumbling. Gamemakers jumped all over the room as Lafayette focused his full fury on the squeamish man in front of him. "I have a job, and you, you are ruining it! This stupid, shoddy, inept, idiot mutt won't be tolerated." He stopped too infuriated to think of more words to describe this dog.
The yelling was making everyone shake. Lafayette looked around at his trembling underlings. What was wrong with them? Were they really as stupid as this?
"Excuse me," a petite woman, her undyed brown hair neatly pulled back, stepped forward, "Julian and I didn't agree on this mutt, so he left out some of my ideas."
"What's your name, again?" Lafayette sighed wearily. First he had President Snow breathing down his neck, and now these clearly inept assistants.
"Gemini, sir." She glanced at Julian, whose own plump face was ringed with sweat and worry.
"Well, Gemini, it seems I might need to talk to you." He turned to Julian, "You are too stupid to work on this project. Get you lazy self over to sponsorship, and report to Velvet." Julian stood slowly, his orange cheeks pale, as he wiped his hands on his white blouse.
"And," Lafayette's mouth was inches from Julian's nose. "I don't want to see your filthy face again until your funeral. Got it?"
Julian's lips trembled, "Uh, yes sir, I uh."
"Just get out!"
As Julian stumbled from the room, Gemini stepped forward. "I believe if we can give the mutts a keen sense of smell, especially for blood, then they'll be able to track down wounded tributes…"
"And kill them?" Lafayette stared at the models of the strange looking dogs, his fingers running thru his oily black hair.
"Not quite," Gemini, pulled a tablet out, showing him her sketches, "Would this work better?"
He took the tablet in his hands, his fingers scanning the columns. "This is genius," he muttered, "where did you come up with this stuff?"
"Oh," her fingers played with the end of her ponytail, "I was doing a bit of research on ancient superstition, and pre-Dark Days torture practices. The two kind of merged."
"Well, Gemini, the President will certainly love this," he looked up, noticing her clear blue eyes for the first time. Rubbing his eyes, he thought quickly, "I, I mean, we need to talk about this just a bit more." He scanned the room watching various Gamemakers, knowing that he needed to check on all the stations. He handed her back the tablet. "Tell you what, you have lunch free, right?" He watched her nod, "I'll see you in the City Center Cafeteria, we'll discuss this more in detail there."
Gemini took the tablet, grinning to herself. Yes! He liked her mutts! Julian had said they were a waste of time, but Lafayette liked them. She could hardly wait for lunch.
Almost ready for the reaping! Need a few more tributes. If you have any ideas for mentors, or mutts, please PM them.
